Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
O God, the other one!

The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands beseeching thrown.

1. Sight
2. The Hemlock
3. Sleep Is Supposed to Be
4. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
5. Astra Castra

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